I’ll never forget the day I received the call. I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't work – I could only anxiously await the confirmation I had breast cancer. It was a month before my 35th birthday. I had been a wreck waiting the four days for my results.
Stories of Hope
I’m 58 years old, I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for 31 years and we have two amazing daughters. At the age of 48 I was diagnosed with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma in my right breast. My right nipple had started to invert so I went in for a mammogram and it showed nothing.
Nobody wants to hear the words “you have cancer.” I went to my 3rd annual mammogram in February 2017, I had a 3D image taken as it was recommended for those with dense breast tissue. After additional imaging and a biopsy… a month later is when I heard those words. I have no family history, no signs or symptoms. I was one of the unlucky ones.
I was co-leading a mission trip in Dominican Republic, when for some crazy reason I did a self breast exam while lying in bed one morning and felt a small lump. It felt unusual, I’d get it checked when I returned and tried not to think about it the rest of the trip.
I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer on March 9, 2009, and underwent a bilateral mastectomy on March 25th. A week later I was back in the hospital having my tissue expanders removed because of an infection.
Disbelief was overwhelming when I heard the words “you have breast cancer.” Instantly life as I knew it fell away. I no longer knew how to get to my destination, how long it would take, or even where I was going. Family and friends provided the strength, love and guidance for the journey.